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Essex and the Connecticut River Valley

I was thrilled to be able to take a whole day off this weekend to take a little day trip up to Essex.  It's only about a 25 minute drive from my apartment, and the place epitomizes New England charm.  Greer just graduated from JAG School in Charlottesville, VA, and he came up to visit me before beginning basic training in Ft. Benning, Georgia (because Connecticut is on the way from Charlottesville to Atlanta, of course).

We took a little steam train ride through the thick woods out to the river.  So pretty as the leaves are just starting to change colors.

We went for a little walk through the town of Essex and found this by the quaint marina.

These two were taken at the Griswold Inn - Greer and I stopped in here for dinner.  It was built in 1776 and looks like it hasn't changed a bit.  We sat in the library room right next to a giant fireplace.  It was so terribly cozy, and I can't wait to come back here on some cold winter night with a great book and my journal.  New England is so good for that sort of thing.  


  1. Oh! I just want to be in New England right now for autumn merriment! The Pacific Northwest is pretty good for that too though :)

  2. You bring back every pleasant memory I have of Cambridge and Boston. It is so exceptionally cozy.


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